Talking about his experience of joining the army, the 'old machine gun' is a hundred times more energetic and energetic. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He talked about the places he walked, the people he met, the battles he fought, and the heroism and confidence that came out of it. Ask him if he feels bitter? He immediately asked: "No matter how hard it is, can it be more bitter than farming at home?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng has never farmed, let alone in the old society a few decades ago. But he could imagine the hard work of working in the fields, day after day, year after year. If you encounter any natural and man-made disasters, the tragic situation of selling children and daughters is not uncommon in history books.

The 'old machine gun' talked about his experience, and the rest of the team also kept talking. Everyone came from poor families, and joining the army not only allowed them to wear new clothes, eat well, hold their heads high and be independent, but also opened up a new world for them.

Zhou Qingfeng suddenly remembered his experience in the wasteland, although it was difficult and full of thorns, but if he wanted to go back and be a diaosi and continue to mess around, he would not do it.

"Hehe...... I understand, I understand." Thinking about the experience of the 'old machine gun', which is no worse than his own, Zhou Qingfeng also felt that he was getting a lot closer to the other party.

While they were chatting happily, someone suddenly shouted 'old machine gun' and said that the leader asked him to repair the car.

"Repairing a car?" Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect that the 'old machine gun' would also repair cars.

"Yes, I usually like to fiddle with machine guns, and I have learned a few hands from the people in the repair shop, and I can still deal with some minor problems." The 'old machine gun' was carrying his 'crooked handle' on his back and was about to leave with his co-shooter.

Zhou Qingfeng's heart moved, and he opened his mouth to ask: "I also learned to drive and repair cars before I became a soldier, do you want to help?" ”

"You can drive? Great, we are short of drivers. When the visitor heard Zhou Qingfeng say that he could drive, he was even more overjoyed and hurriedly urged him to follow.

Now that the battle of 'Wenjing' has begun, the remnants of the 2nd Regiment of Nanbang have no reinforcements outside and no equipment inside, and it is only a matter of time before they are destroyed. Zhou Qingfeng has no chance to go into battle for the time being, so it's no problem to help.

Several people hurried away, and when they arrived at the ground, they found that the situation was more troublesome than Zhou Qingfeng imagined. During the daytime ambush of the 2nd Regiment of Nanbang, the enemy's 3rd Battalion and Artillery Squadron were completely annihilated, leaving behind nearly 40 trucks and 12 howitzers, and even two American advisers were killed or wounded.

This seizure made the 354th Regiment who were forced home frantic with excitement, but the problem was that the whole regiment was stunned that it could not find enough drivers who could drive.

It is now dark and the US military planes cannot be dispatched, but as long as it is dawn, the US military will inevitably send planes. If they were not transferred immediately, this precious batch of vehicles and artillery would not have been saved at all.

For an army of turtles who are all treasures of 'crooked handles', these nearly forty trucks and twelve artillery pieces are as dazzling as a mountain of gold. If you can't keep it, it will make people die of pain.

During the day's fighting, many vehicles were damaged, and the 'old machine gun' hurried to find a way to repair it. Zhou Qingfeng saw the battalion commander of the 354th Regiment and the 3rd Battalion, and the instructors were all frowning at the scene - the driver is a technician, even if it is a very popular profession in the seventies and eighties in the future, let alone now.

Hearing that there were still people in his battalion who could drive, the battalion commander and the instructor met Zhou Qingfeng in person, thinking of a few words of encouragement - even if they couldn't keep all the trucks, it would be good to keep half of them.

You must know that the regimental commander is now directing the operation at the front, and the problem of how to keep these vehicles and artillery is lost to the third battalion as a reserve. But this problem is a trouble in the eyes of others, but Zhou Qingfeng has an idea.

, this opportunity for meritorious performance is right in front of you!

"Battalion commander, I have a way to keep all the trucks and artillery." When it was time to perform, Zhou Qingfeng never let go. He stood tall and straight, packing the ticket with a calm and confident attitude.

The battalion commander's eyes lit up when he heard the big young man in front of him say that there was a way. He hurriedly took two steps forward and said in a deep voice, "What's your name?" Which one is it? ”

"Eight companies and two platoons, others call me Zhou Dajia."

"Big Zhou? Are you the guy who smashed into the enemy's line of defense with a single charge? I saw you coming at the command post, and you were running so fast!

If you can keep this batch of trucks and artillery, I will apply to the regiment for a third-class meritorious service. "The instructors in the battalion began to promise rewards, and dozens of trucks and twelve artillery pieces were all urgently needed materials for the volunteers, which was enough for a third-class merit.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head pretending to be innocent and said: "I didn't think about third-class merit, but if we can keep this batch of cars, can we give us some benefits in the eighth company?" ”

"Good boy, he's more anxious than us, he must have been eyeing these cars." As long as the problem can be solved, the officers of the turtle are not afraid of the soldiers' conditions. The battalion commander immediately agreed: "As long as you can drive these trucks, others can still snatch them from you?" ”

"Hey, hey......, I didn't think I'd ask for these cars." It's not that Zhou Qingfeng doesn't want a truck, this kind of treasure must be handed over to the commander of the Volunteer Army, where will it be his turn to dispose of it? And if you want a car, where can you find gasoline? You can't drive a few hundred kilometers and then break down, right?

"I wonder if there are a lot of U.S. weapons and equipment in today's capture, can we get some to equip our company, even if it is a platoon." Zhou Qingfeng is still thinking about his beautiful weapons, the Japanese weapons are really too cheating, and they should have been eliminated a long time ago.

The battalion commander and the instructor glanced at each other, but did not directly agree, but asked, "Tell me what your idea is first?" ”

"I think there should be a lot of drivers among today's Nanbon prisoners, right?" Zhou Qingfeng threw out his own solution.

But the battalion commander sighed and said: "We have captured thousands of prisoners, but the screening work has just begun. There were a few people in the camp who could speak Korean, but there was no way to find those Nanbang drivers before dawn. ”

"I know Korean, and I can drive, and I know that drivers are different from ordinary soldiers. Let me go around the captives and make sure to find a few who can drive. "Zhou Qingfeng still has this ability.

The current trouble of the third battalion is that it is difficult to communicate with the captives of Nanbang, and the chickens and ducks on both sides cannot talk clearly. But Zhou Qingfeng, a bug-like person, came out, and the problem was immediately solved.

The battalion commander and political commissar were overjoyed, and immediately asked Zhou Qingfeng to take him to the temporary camp where the prisoners were held. During the daytime battle, two battalions of the 2nd Regiment of the 6th Division of Nanbang were annihilated, hundreds of people were killed and wounded, and thousands of people were taken prisoner.

As it was dark, several bonfires were lit in the camp. All the captives sat on the ground, their sluggish faces reflected in the flickering light of the fire. Because the volunteers treated the prisoners preferentially, they did not embarrass these people except for disarming, and after Zhou Qingfeng came, he also walked around the prisoners with a smile.

"I need a group of drivers now, as well as all kinds of skilled personnel, the number of places is limited, please come out and sign up quickly."

"No one has come forward? Do you want to be sent to the prisoner of war camp in North Stick, or do you want to stay here? Do you want me to tell you how the North Stick picks up you traitors and lackeys of the US imperialists? ”

"Think about how many soldiers and civilians you have killed along the way, and what do you think your compatriots will do to you?"

"You must already know the preferential treatment policy of our volunteers, if you still want to go home safely, choose a path."

Compared with the persuasion of the volunteers, Zhou Qingfeng threatened and lured him together. While preaching among the prisoners of war, he picked out the well-maintained prisoners and asked them about their identities one by one.

Nanbang does not pay attention to the equality of officers and soldiers, and soon several officers were asked by Zhou Qingfeng to ask. As long as he has the force at hand, the steel will succumb. And if you get the official, the next thing is much simpler.

When Zhou Qingfeng found the No. 70 or 80 Nanbang officers, signal soldiers, and drivers from among the more than 1,000 prisoners of war, the commanders and instructors of the third battalion who were waiting outside the prisoner of war camp immediately clapped their hands and laughed. (To be continued.) )